I’m walking down Main street when, at the Gratzi, Frank Sinatra tells
me “everybody has the right to be wrong”.
I smile and nod. He has a point—it’s a good thing to keep in mind,
but I seldom do, it’s hard to when you’re the one being wronged.
I keep walking and he keeps carrying on, but I don’t understand what
he’s saying. I’m too busy being worried about being wronged.